Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

In the ward, Aoyagi Binguang had indeed arrived.

He sat on the sofa against the wall. It was a good position. If someone else came in, they wouldn't notice him at first glance, but he could immediately see the other person, cancel his skills and disappear from the room.

The soundproofing of the ward was okay. Miwa Kazuya closed the door, looked his teammates up and down, and his eyes fell on their hair.

"Why did you change your hairstyle?" he asked curiously.

Unlike the past buns with long hair hanging loose, today Qing Liubin tied up her hair completely, with a low ponytail draped diagonally across her chest. She used an ordinary rubber band to tie her hair, not the emerald.

"The work partner I visited today is more accustomed to me like this," Aoyagi Akimitsu replied.

Miwa Kazuya knew that he was referring to the patient in the ward at the end of the corridor. The bodyguard was a foreigner, and the people inside were most likely foreigners. He never asked too many questions about Aoyagi Akimitsu's work, so he honestly put his crutches aside and sat back on the bed.

Aoyagi Binguang walked to the door, fiddled with the handle a few times, and successfully stuck the lock tongue to prevent someone from suddenly opening the door while he was talking. Then he sat on the chair next to the bed.

Miwa Kazuya watched his teammates' actions and did not stop them at all.

He really wanted to ask directly about the steel bar incident and who the person who was staring at him was, but seeing Qing Liu Binguang's calm and composed look in front of him, it would seem a bit useless for him to rush for the answer... so he decided to be polite first.

He noticed a handbag next to the bedside table: "What is this?"

Qing Liu Bingguang picked up the bag and handed it to him: "I didn't know how many days you would be in the hospital, so I brought you some comfort items to relieve your boredom."

Miwa Kazuya looked down at the bag, and when he saw the gift inside, he was stunned.

What Aoyagi Binkou gave him was the latest game console and several boxes of game cartridges. He basically remembered the names of all the popular games in recent years.

"……Thanks."

Miwa Kazuya scratched his cheek embarrassedly, and his feelings towards Aoyagi Binkou became more complicated. "Actually, uh, you don't have to spend so much money. I won't be staying here for long. I will be discharged next Monday..."

Under his gaze, Qingliu Binguang did not change his expression or say with a grim smile "Then I will extend your time for a while", but just smiled faintly.

"It seems your injury is not serious, that's good."

Miwa Kazuya laughed dryly and decided to get straight to the point: "Are there any suspicious strangers around here?"

"Yes." said Aoyagi Binguang.

Miwa Kazuya was startled. He didn't expect his intuition to be so accurate: "Who is it? Have you caught him? What is his purpose?"

Both the organization and the FBI seem to be very good at physical memory recovery, and they are ruthless in using it. Sanluanhe will not sympathize with the person who betrayed him, he just wants to know the reason why the other party did it.

However, facing his expectant gaze, Aoyagi Binguang denied it: "I didn't catch him because he was not targeting you at all."

"what??"

Miwa Kazuya's eyes widened, wondering if he had paranoid delusions, while Aoyagi Akimichi looked at his hair and figure and continued, "He was the criminal who pushed down the steel bars, but it was an accident because he confused you with someone else."

Miwa Kazuya was completely stunned.

He never expected that this kind of plot would only happen in a cheesy mystery drama... Oh, no, he was now in a mystery comic game.

"What should I do then?" Miwa Kazuya frowned, "Will he continue to cause trouble for me?"

He didn't ask Aoyagi Binguang how he knew so much without arresting anyone, he was just worried about how to deal with this trouble.

"It's okay." Qing Liu Bingguang comforted, "He has found the real target and will not come to kill you again. After all, the prisoner also has limited energy."

Miwa Kazuya's first reaction was relief.

As the saying goes, a friend dies, but I live. My own safety always comes first. As for the safety of other people and other NPCs...

He was curious about the identity of the unlucky guy who was actually being targeted: "Then do you know who he's really looking for? Does he look like me?"

Aoyagi Akimitsu's gaze shifted from Miwa Kazuya's face to the boxes of games in front of him. When he saw one of the covers, a little smile appeared in his light brown eyes. "You saw him at the door just now. Do you think you look alike?"

"!"

The image of the president's son who had just slammed the door and left appeared in Miwa Kazuya's mind.

By the way, in this world, in addition to the capitalist presidents, these arrogant and rude young masters and young ladies who are good at offending people are also at the top of the list of high-risk occupations!

...That's right, it's normal for such a person to be targeted. How could he, a plagiarist who just wants to live a peaceful life, offend others for no reason?

After confirming that it had nothing to do with him, Sanluo Heya felt that the pain in his head and feet was gone. He had no intention of calling the police and focused all his attention on the game.

"Huh? This is..."

He picked up the game that Aoyagi Binguang had just been looking at.

The packaging design is very simple. A long and thin waterfall cascades down between the rocks on both sides. This photo, which should be a real scene, directly occupies the entire cover, with the name of the game printed in the middle.

"Perfect Crime..."

...a perfect crime?
Kazuya Miwa couldn't recognize where the cover was taken, but he knew the meaning of the name and his eyebrows twitched.

What era is perfect crime still a thing? Let alone various probes and advanced inspection technology, even in this world, the police like to close some homicide cases as accidents or suicides. After years of being proud, the criminals will blow themselves up, and then the relatives and friends of the victims will come to the door and blow themselves up on the spot...

Many passers-by are like this. They are indifferent to things other than themselves and will not meddle in other people's affairs, but they themselves reject crime and look down on criminals in their daily lives (of course, they can't afford to offend them).

Miwa Kazuya turned to the back to check the game introduction, and his expression became more and more strange.

"An absolutely unsolvable puzzle, the most powerful puzzle-solving work of the new era, the highest challenge issued by the designer to the players...?"

After reading out these exaggerated descriptions, Miwa Kazuya made a direct comment: "How confident! In my experience, the more exaggerated a game is, the more likely it is that its sales will plummet."

At this point, he suddenly remembered what he heard at the convenience store: "This game was designed by the president's son who ran off to start his own company?"

Aoyagi Akimichi nodded: "Yes, and the sales of this game are very poor, and the online reviews are also very bad."

"Because the gameplay is too difficult?" Miwa Kazuya was not familiar with detective games and could only guess, "Is it difficult to find clues to solve the case?"

"It was really difficult. I gave up halfway through the game and went online to look for a guide."

Aoyagi Binkou showed a nostalgic expression.

"The method of committing the crime was not very sophisticated, and it was almost exactly the same as several mystery novels I had read. The designer was therefore accused of plagiarism... but he did not admit it at all, and cursed the players who left such comments in the comment section."

Miwa Kazuya was even more speechless.

The game itself is rubbish, and the designers don't respect the players, stepping on every minefield. It would be a shame if it doesn't fail miserably and fail to live up to those excellent works with mediocre sales but good quality.

However, he noticed something that Aoyagi Binkou said.

"Have you given up? Can't you...can't you deduce the truth of the case?" Miwa Kazuya's tone was more surprised than when he heard that the criminal had mistakenly identified the wrong person.

"Is that weird? I've never been good at mental activities."

Players from the same camp cannot lie to each other, and what Qingliu Bingguang said at this time was completely true - his true understanding in his heart.

"I'm not good at solving cases or deciphering secrets. Especially the secret rooms and pre-mortem information. I've never understood why people can think of such complicated things before they die or after killing someone in a fit of rage..."

Aoyagi Akimichi said calmly as he took the game cartridge from Miwa Kazuya's hand and turned it over to look at the waterfall cover again.

He seemed to be thinking about something and fell silent. (End of this chapter)